If I only could merge the lines of thoughts born and soon dispersed, come to light in days of different depthIf I could filter away the noise of the world that with the time has been accumulated as dust on a old pictureIf I could remove this layer of twisted troubles and interferences that have eroded their fiber and essenceIf I only could, for just one timeThen, in that very precise moment, in that singol spot invisible to anyone else, in the motionless time only crossed by the light wind of memories perhaps never been, sensations surfaced from other lives, lattices of solid experiences yet fleeting as they were unknownThen, looking into your eyes, I could tell you much more than you expect or even imagine.

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​Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. ​